Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, claim ownership to Hook, OUAT, the Addams Family, MCU, Grimm, or Harry Potter. They belong to their respective creators, no matter how terrible some may be. I do not get any monetary gain, this is purely my mind playing in the sandbox they created.
Peter walked up the stairs and turned around the corner, seeing the curved, double doors to the bedroom he only vaguely remembered from his childhood. Pushing the doors open, a breeze struck him and messed up his meet air as he stared into the unlit room.
Harry was already there, sitting on a made-up bed near the door, with a large sail-like banner at the foot of the bed, made out of blankets. On his pan pipes, he played a haunting tune. "Hey son, what are you playing?" Peter asked.
Harry shrugged, stopping his song. "Something I heard in a dream." Harry tended to prefer solitude over socializing, hence why he was in here while Jack and Maggie were mucking about. "So this is where you grew up? It feels familiar..." The boy muttered.
Peter chuckles. "Granny Wendy held you here for a while before we adopted you. This is your childhood room too, son." He looked around the room.
The Nursery held two beds under archways, a small cot, a dollhouse, several bedside tables, a closed off fireplace, and a few shelves. Along with that was a beautiful white wardrobe, and a painting.
The painting almost seemed haunted with how chilling and life-like it appeared. It depicted a small island up close with a large stormy sea. The waves were choppy and deadly, and a large pirate ship, a Spanish Gallery, was in the background.
Upon a dingy were two figures, one it rags who appeared to be paddling. The other was Granny Wendy's boogie man in her stories. Captain James Hook.
Peter shivered, and went to close the window, sliding the hook shaped lock shut. "Peter!" They heard Moira call. Both father and son turned as Peter loudly asked, "What?"
"Fred's on the line! He says it's urgent!" Peter's arms dropped as he looked disappointed. Harry sighed. "You could always take a break dad. I know it's busy but you're gonna overwork yourself if you don't."
Peter nodded. "I know Harry. I know. I just need to finish this deal. Stark Industries is paying a lot for us to help them win this property." Harry rolled his eyes. "Rich people with daddy issues and too much time. Only respect I have for Stark is cause he flew into a wormhole with a Nuke."
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Harry watched as his father ran past Granny Wendy, who was in a lovely dress, and ignored her as he went into Moira's room. "I think it looks lovely, Granny Wendy." Harry said with a smile.
The old woman smiled back at him. "Thank you Harry. You know, you are so much like your father when he was your age. I don't know what happened to that little boy who stood on the window..."
Harry shrugged. "He grew up, and got married." Harry poked his tongue out in disgust. Granny Wendy laughed at that. "You'll fall in love too someday." Harry shook his head. "Never! Girls are too annoying, and I could never stand all that pink!" He whined.
Granny Wendy let out a loud laugh. It was a lovely heartwarming sound, followed by something that made them flinch and frown. Peter was shouting, so the Elderly Woman swiftly took the Jack and Maggie from the room and lead them to Harry.
"Come along children, let's go play some games." The children all nodded, and Harry wondered why their father got so angry. 'Probably that damn deal.' He thought.
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Moura shut the door. She looked over at Peter with disappointment as he sat on the bed, staring off into the distance. "I never should have come here. I should have stayed till the deal was done." He said.
Moira was mad. "You haven't been here for ten years, though Granny asked you to visit every year." "I've been a little busy Moira." Peter stated. "You promised the children some real time here-" "I just got here, what are you talking about?" He interrupted.
Moira crossed her arms. "How many more lies, Peter?" His voiced was barely a whisper. "I'm sorry." The phone rang. No one moved. Then once more. "It's Brad Moira, I gotta take this call."
He pulled out the phone and looked at her. "I gotta fix this." He whispered. Moira took a breath, her hand resting on her neck. "No, you've got to fix your family first."
The phone rang again, and Peter answered it. But before any more noise could be made, Moira snatched the phone and threw it out the open window. Peter laughed in shock.
He hurried go the window, looking down at the phone in the snow. "What'd you-" his voice cracked. Moira looked away from him. "I'm sorry about your deal." She said.
"You hated the deal." Peter stated. Moira nodded in agreement. "I hated the deal, but I'm sorry you feel so badly about it." She turned to face him. "Your children love you... They want to play with you... How long do you think that lasts?"
Peter shook his head as she continued. "Soon Jack might not even want you to come to his games. And Harry is already too mature for his age, he's so alone despite having us all, yet only talks to you. We have a few, special, years with our children, when they're the ones that want us around."
Peter still had not turned to her, but she stared right through him. "Soon you're gonna be running to them for attention... So fast Peter. A few years, then it's over. And you are not being careful. And you are missing it."
Peter turned to face her. In his eyes, if one looked, they would see regret, shame, self hatred, and most of all, acknowledgement. He finally understood. At least a little.